Lyrics:
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Then you move real close using all your charm
And then your girl says "Baby guess that"
(I smell your underarms)
That odor,it's ringin' out loud
On foe'nem grave
I be smoking dope on all these lonely days
Kushie Karl Malone I'm balling on replay
Aye
Stupid
Stupid
Underarm kush so you know it
stink like a rose
Big booty funk toe jam funk underarm funk
Like you headlockin' a skunk
Reakin' like disease, athletes feet
The stench didn't come
I'm Jackie
I ain't held back all the truth you didn't ask me ya dig
Yea these niggas some kids
Pitching lead right at they underarm
Spray like axe right
The sweat flows and careens
My classmates all joked
That my t shirt was soaked
With underarm sweat no shirt screens
And how you look is crucial
Because each
(Chorus)
Wake up, Brush teeth, hit underarms, add cologne!
Captain crunch, dark shades, still got my durag on!
Pockets tight, Jobs sucks, use all my
streets, them streets don't love nobody
They told me that shit early when niggas killed my daddy
AR by my underarm, done caught me one, shawty
They
one (DayUno)
Oohh Yea yea yea yea 101
101
And I got this drip from god himself
He made me 1 of 1
Never met my dad
But I served dad with a underarm
Cup
trick you up out yo thong
Girl you so freaky you made a song
VVS bracelet came with a charm
I'm smoking gas smell like underarms
Say you don't mind
won't come back
Melted plastics
Candy hats
Medicine in a bag
Foreign skies
Red alarms
Underarms
Everywhere
I don't know
Everyone
You know?
Foreign
Wrinkles And Underarm Hair,
Baggie Eyes, Smelly Feet, Bowlegs And Sags,
Gray Hair And Flat Feet, And Hip Saddle Bags.
Why, Just Think Of It?
OH!
underarm
Yeah, Undercover jeans (yeah, yeah)
I already fucked your ho, let me come clean
(Damn, I already fucked your ho)
I get reloaded when I'm off that
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
as lunar, I'm wilder than Tyga's Nikes, Pumas
Woo, this that shit you didn't want me on
My weed louder than underarms and car alarms
Cheers, I said,
the land of the AKs
And the minivans where the fan never on
Cause it's hotter than a lunatic's underarms in a straitjacket
In other words, we get it
stalking niggas on their IG's
Never IB, still solo, underarm is still Polo
No wire, on fire
My desire for fine things made me a liar
A shooter, getting
underarm
Turn you suckers into bubblegum
Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr
Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to take my swag, nigga,
borrow money, now I'm owin' like Jesse
Same clothes, underarms smell zesty
(You made a monster out of me)
But now I got a whole new steez, polo tees
to the wife
Sayin' ya husband is gone
Like Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I'll bomb
And beat the track up like a hundred arms
Im funky like underarms
he comes to hate her
'cause she don't shave her underarms
And he can't go for that
'cause he's a young sophisticator
Baby baby why you cryin'
It made
that, who am I (Funk Doctor)
(As I kiss the sky)
Bomb troll, funkier than Haitian underarms
Represent Jersey, the land of firearms
Hotwired
underarm odor
You need to get a grip and
Think about the shit you're doin'
Or it won't be too long
Before your reputation's ruined
Look at you now - you're
aggressive agitator
And by and by he comes to hate her
Cause she don't shave her underarms
And he can't go for that
Cause he's a young sophisticator
Baby baby
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